Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, a third fight broke out in the other corner.
I groaned in annoyance.
Jean-Pierre walked over and stopped at my side. “I believe this is what most would call a shit show.”
Right when I was about to speak, I spied Boris rushing over to Maxwell and whispering in his ear.
Now what?
I quirked my brows.
“Yo!” Maxwell broke David and Giorgio up. “Stop for a minute! Now! Eh! Come on!”
Maxwell dragged them apart and then headed off with Boris to the other side of the conference room. “I’ll be right back, guys.”
I watched them. “What is going on?”
Worry crossed Maxwell’s face. “Boris said something stupid. I’m just going to show him that he’s wrong.”
Boris didn’t look our way.
I frowned. “What did he say?”
Maxwell and Boris assessed the line of dead men on the ground.
Jean-Pierre left and checked on Giorgio.
Others began to break up the scattered fights.
This was a damned shit show.
Inhaling more of the joint, I walked over to Maxwell and Boris.
At least I am calm now.
When I got to them, I blew out smoke. “What?”
Maxwell scratched his head. “Boris thinks we lost a body.”
“Which one?” I brought the joint to my mouth.
Maxwell frowned. “Rocco’s body.”
I coughed on the smoke and began walking around all the corpses. “What the fuck do you mean you lost his body?”
The line of dead men lay there, rotting and stinking. Yet, not one lifeless face belonged to Rocco.
No. No. No.
Maxwell just held his head. “He’s not here. And there’s no way he could have just got up and escaped.”
Soon others gathered around.
Jean-Pierre spoke, “Was Rocco’s dead body in here when we entered?”
“I didn’t check.” Maxwell shook his head. “Usually, when I kill a motherfucker, he remains where I left him.”
Jean-Pierre looked at me. “Did you happen to see if Rocco was here?”
I shook my head. “For once, I actually agree with Maxwell. My dead bodies always stay where they are supposed to.”
David wiped blood from his nose and stumbled forward. “All of the hotel exits are blocked and heavily guarded. Misha’s people are also watching. If someone moved the body, we will get him.”
I calmed.
David continued, “Additionally, I will check this room’s footage to see everything that happened after Rocco was killed.”
I frowned. “My mouse and I had a . . .private moment in here after everyone left. Make sure you fast forward past that.”
“A moment?” Maxwell widened his eyes. “You both were fucking in here with dead bodies?”
Rage hit me. “You are asking me questions, in the middle of your shit show?”
Maxwell sighed. “I’m just saying—”
“Don’t just say. Find Rocco’s corpse.” I pointed at him. “Worst case scenario, we have one of Fela’s spies trying to take the body back to the Vizzini Family—”
“Or. . .” Jean-Pierre placed his hands in his pockets.
Everyone looked his way.
I glared. “Or what?”
Concern filled Jean-Pierre’s eyes. “Or Rocco survived.”
“Naw, man.” Maxwell waved his hand. “Motherfuckers don’t survive cuts to the neck like that.”
“How deep was the cut?” Jean-Pierre tilted his head to the side. “Deep enough to damage the major vessels in the neck, the jugular vein and carotid artery? If either of those were cut, his chances would be slim. . .nonexistent, but if not. . .”
I turned to Maxwell. “Was it deep or not?”
“I did it so fast.” Maxwell rubbed his forehead. “I planned for that shit to be deep, but I don’t know.”
David returned to my side. “The bigger question is, do we want Rocco dead or alive?”
I was too high to truly answer that question. If he was dead, then I had the secret of his corpse hovering over us all. That could make leaving Italy very tricky. If he were alive, then surely he would be returning for revenge, and there would be a new war to deal with in Italy.
A sloshing noise sounded from the back, disrupting my thoughts.
What the hell is that?
I checked over my shoulder.
Giorgio held a bottle and poured water on his gloves.
Idiot.
Frowning, I returned my view to David. “Dead or alive, we need Rocco as soon as possible. That is everyone’s number one priority.”
“I am on it.” David stumbled off with most of my men.
Jean-Pierre watched me.
I growled, “What?”
“I miss Eden.”
“Butcher, are we now at the self-disclosure stage of this friendship? If so, I would like to go back to the trying-to-kill-each-other phase.”
“Do you truly think we will be leaving Italy tomorrow?” Jean-Pierre pursed his lips as if nervous for my answer.
I put my view on Maxwell and Boris pouring acid on the dead men’s faces. “Butcher, I swear on my dark soul that this is our last night in Italy. As for anything else. . .we will see.”
Chapter 56
Problems
Emily
I wanted to go up to Max’s suite and meet this chick, Ufuoma.
But, I stopped myself. Due to Max killing Rocco, I wasn’t a fan of her. Plus, she was Fela’s daughter. My desire for violence was high tonight. If she said something wrong, I might have killed her. And that wouldn’t have been fair to Max who was dead set on making this chick his wife.